The Rare Bloom

In a field of flowers, there once grew

A bloom so rare, its beauty grew

Its petals were soft, its color so bright

A vision to behold, with delight

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It stood alone, in a sea of green

A beacon of hope, so serene

Its fragrance filled the air, so pure and sweet

A gift from nature, so hard to beat

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For the rare bloom, is a thing of grace

A symbol of hope, in a world full of chase

And though it may be hard to find

Its beauty remains, so true and kind

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So if you ever come across this gem

Take a moment, to admire and befriend

For it's a rare bloom, that brings such peace

And will forever, your heart release

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And when its time has come to an end

Its memory will live on, and not bend

For the rare bloom, will always be

A symbol of beauty, for you and me.